#i love jongho

[badluvkii]

i fuxking adore jongho i will start pulling my hair out ye is so ajakskrtt

jonghoooooo 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

idk i just fuckinf love jongho

2choi biased 🫶🫶

#i love jongho #ateez #atiny #make 2choi a real subunit

[ellestray]

elle's favorite ateez fics. f = fluff ; s = smut ; sg = suggestive ; a = angst. ✧ = absolute favorites, must read. (only adding notes for these few fics to ensure readability for the overall list!) word count in brackets. last updated: may 2nd, 2024

authors; if you wish to be untagged, please let me know!

currently no individual fic for hongjoong, yeosang & jongho. please refer to the OT8 section, or come back for future updates!

성화 SEONGHWA

✧ [11,1k] plastic flowers — @bobateastay ( f ; s ; a ) ↪ note: this fic revolves around abortion, so please keep this in mind before reading. i read this on a flight— and i don't know if it was the altitude, but it broke me. the author beautifully wrote this, in a way where unconditional love, hope and pain are intertwined. one of the most pleasantly surprising and touching reads i've had on this platform by far.

✧ [2,3k] essence — @hwaightme ( f ) ↪ note: this one is for the poetic, hopelessly romantic fics lovers. everything i've read from this author was beautiful so far! the poetry in this fic was so pretty that i felt the need to share it to my friends... although i usually never share fics out of tumblr. i'm excited to read through more of your writings, bai!

[1,2k] the first snow and being in love — @i-luvsang ( f )

[884] 02:36 — @hwapetals ( f )

[642] adoration — @kisshwa ( f ; sg )

[8,6k] both — @hwaightme ( s ; f )

[200] 10:24pm — @hotteoki ( f )

[986] anguish — @kisshwa ( a )

[n/a] bf texts — @hotteoki ( f )

[79] 9:22pm — @cozykpopblurbs ( f )

[1,6k] i'll be with you — @cheollipop ( f )

[519] lazy make out sessions — @crazyforhwa ( s )

[1,2k] realistic sex — @byuntrash101 ( s ; f )

윤호 YUNHO

✧ [13k + 18,2k] unprofessional attraction ; pt.1 , pt.2 , [tbc] — @jk97 ( f ; s ; a ) ↪ note: i was so engulfed into this fic that i skipped a lecture to continue reading. fics that are heavier nsfw-wise usually aren't my thing, but here, every single line pulled me in. hell, i felt even more insane about yunho after reading this. saying i'm excited about the next chapters would be an understatement.

✧ [14k] closer, face down — @ncteez ( s ; f ) ↪ note: again, although i usually prefer fluff over smut, i absolutely loved this fic... the build up made it so enticing! i don't know if a re-edit still is in the works, but i'd absolutely re-read it regardless!

✧ [84,5k] project: make you love me (series) — @hwaslayer ( f ; a ; s ) ↪ note: pulled an all nighter to read the entire series in one go... it was that fun to read! the relationship was built up at a nice, natural pace, while still keeping the reader on their toes. (this made me very excited about the seonghwa series in progress..!)

[1,1k] bedfellows — @sungbeam ( f )

[1,3k] he knows he loves you — @honeyhotteoks ( f )

[2,5k] convenience store chances — @ohmyamor ( f )

[n/a] boyfriend texts — @koizekomi ( f )

[300] nothing sweeter — @i-luvsang ( f )

[1,1k] nsfw alphabet — @yunhobug ( s )

[425] 3:52am — @edenesth ( f ; sg? )

산 SAN

✧ [3,7k] leave the window open — @sungbeam ( f ) ↪ note: so sweet. so comforting. the kind of heartwarming fic that feels like hot cocoa on a cold winter day. (also made me feel insane about san... but let's not talk about that.)

[1k] always available — @everyonewooeverywhere ( f )

✧ [1,6k] capturing us — @03jyh23 ( f ) ↪ note: another sweet, poetic, hopelessly romantic fic— my favorite kind! finding fics like these always feels like discovering a little treasure. looking forward to all the wips!

[n/a] boyfriend texts — @koizekomi ( f )

[2,6k] take a break - @cheollipop ( f ; s )

[249] 21:23 — @petitemingi ( f )

[350] boyfriend headcanons — @i-luvsang ( f )

[600] one more minute — @seonghwaddict ( f )

[1,3k] no strings, no expectations — @seonghwaddict ( a ; sg ; f? )

[468] stretch marks — @beenbaanbuun ( f )

[475] valentine's series : movies — @whimsicalwritingsandmore ( f )

[n/a] instagram stories with bf san — @lwtqts ( f )

[371] hold me — @cheeseceli ( f )

민기 MINGI

[800] untitled — @cheollipop ( a ; f )

[2,8k] mind over matter — @mingisaddctn ( s )

[256] 23:22 — @petitemingi ( f )

[1k] 23:46 — @seonghwaddict ( f )

[447] princess treatment — @cheeseceli ( f )

우영 WOOYOUNG

✧ [1,2k] broke you heart, i'll put it back together — @dairyminki ( a ; f ) ↪ note: loved this so much that i had to read it twice. something about wooyoung hopelessly in love wanting to fix this... name twin, if you're reading this, hi- i'd be seated for a part 2 if you ever have the time to write it!

[2,2k] vacation — @bobateastay ( f ; s )

OT8

[700] when you don't say i love you back — @jjunberry ( f )

[2,4k] romance tropes — @beenbaanbuun ( f )

[n/a] situationships (texts) ; pt.1 , pt.2 — @yunhoszn ( f )

[2,9k + 3k] as boyfriends ; hyung line , maknae line — @honeyhotteoks ( f : s )

[n/a] sex ban (texts) — @kisshwa ( sg ; f )

[n/a] sending you a pic of themselves (texts) — @bombuni ( f )

[1,3k] outfit turn-ons — @starillusion13 ( sg )

[1,2k] make-up sex — @nateezfics ( f ; a ; s )

[944] showering — @seonghwaddict ( f ; sg )

[1,6k] as boyfriends — @atiny-moon ( f ; sg )

[2,5k] that one specific habit they do that highlights their love language — @sanhwaism ( f )

[1,1k] top 3 kinks — @seonghwaddict ( s )

[2,8k] making out — @sxcret-garden ( sg ; f )

[n/a] asking them to draw a flower (texts) — @eightmakesonebraincell ( f )

if any link is broken, or if i made any mistake when tagging fics— please kindly let me know!

#here we go again.. idk if this will garner as much attention as the skz fic rec list did (which btw was crazy..? thank you!) #regardless— i hope it'll help you find lovely fics and talented authors on this hellish website. i'll try to more consistent with updates! #as for the skz fic rec list- i'm honestly a bit overwhelmed by the amount of recommendations i've accumulated... #so i'll try my best to update it whenever uni slows down (or my hyperfixation goes crazy again). thank you for understanding! #elle's favorite fics #ateez #ateez recommendations #ateez fic recs #ateez fic #fic rec #ateez x reader #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #mingi x reader #san x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader #ateez fic recommendations #ateez fluff #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez angst #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa angst #seonghwa smut #yunho angst #yunho fluff #yunho smut

[herewegobebe]

Minho during Jonghyun's part in 'Everybody' 🥺💞💞 | SWC6 Tokyo Dome

#SHINee #minho #jonghyun #choi minho #kim jonghyun #key #everybody #analook #I love so much that he does this 💕 #how jjong is always included in everything they do #ot5 always #jongho #my.gifs

[orshii]

I’m absolutely going feral 🫠 How all of them can look THIS handsome I’m crying 😭

ATEEZ at Hong Kong KCON ✨

#no1likeateez #ateez #ateez visuals #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #Ateez is full of visuals #and argue with the wall #i love them so much i can't put it into words

[maxsix]

Ateez at Coachella, April 19th 2024 | Original photography by Frazer Harrison

#the definition of his body lines in the 2nd shot is ridiculous #choi san #park seonghwa #choi jongho #jeong yunho #ateez #at coachella #i kinda love how seonghwa is always next to him in these shots #i feel like there is a very profound understanding between them #san's favourite hyung for sure

[vesvosmozhno]

Hongjoong is officially the most normal one in Ateez and here's why:

I think most of us would say Yunho is the most normal at this point however: he flirts with everyone and everything. Like I recently went through my albums and why is there so many photos of him in a member's space in the hot dom way. Like it's not just the infamous Will Yungi. There's also a Wooyoung one in Bouncy. I'm convinced I will find more in other albums. Also he has a foot fetish

I love u but pls stop showing us your feet

I think the next contender for normal is San. He's such a sweet gentleman! However this man is just so goddamn loud. Whenever he is doing anything he is doing it LOUDLY and it doesn't help that he has the pipes of a goddamn train horn. I could make an hour video of clips where he is being loud for literally no reason. It would need a headphone user warning.

Original GIF creator deleted their account :(

Next I'd say Seonghwa. He's so. Fucking chaotic? Like anytime he's being hot he immediately does some weird shit after. And it's not just some lightly weird shit he's doing it is WEIRD. Like the spider crawl in. Deja Vu Relay. The weird ass dance in that one episode of one of their shows (I can't remember it was Pink Hwa and he's fucking dancing like a weirdo). Also he's obsessed with Legos star wars and animal crossing. You know, like normal people are.

GIF stolen from some ateez news report article and honestly I'm really intrigued why they used this one but I can't find the actual article

Jongho is a pillar of strength and emotional maturity!!! This man is such a fucking menace. He's always bullying someone and it's in the most horrific uncalled for way like one of the members is just existing and then he says shit that could make a grown man cry. I'm honestly convinced he was a bully in school. Also he rips apples in half?? He rips apples. In half. HE HAS PUNCHED A WATERMELON TO DEATH. Also LOUD part two

Sourced from here

Mingi was disqualified the second he stepped on stage. What the fuck Song Mingi. I support strippers and all but I think he's in the wrong career. Please stop moaning and whimpering on stage, Mr. Song.

Sourced from Tenor (hence ass quality but I can't not include it)

Wooyoung..... Yeah. I don't even need to say anything.

Sourced from here

Yeosang my sweet child. I'm a firm believer that he is the most chaotic and unhinged Ateez member.

I.E: Hongjoong is the most normal member of Ateez. He's like gay and sassy and short. That's all. So much less chaotic than anyone else. I also haven't really found a moment where he's initiating the totally unhinged chaos, he usually joins in tiny and then gives up when it gets too weird.

#ateez #the most normal in ateez #hongjoong #yunho #san #seonghwa #jongho #mingi #wooyoung #yeosang #theyre all chaotic freaks #but i love them

[tyudeongi]

티즈토끼 ! ATEEZ + BUNNIES @ 2023 ATINY DAY

#ateez #ateezedit #atzsource #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #*teejeu #misc*teez #dawn.gif #HAPPY ATINY DAY!!! #im soooo late bc i had to work all day BUT its still the 17th for me sooooooo HERE IT IS #thank u for being so sweet and amazing and lovely to us babies :(( love u so goddamn much #thank u for everything i cant wait for crazy form and will !!!!

[brrrkdslek]

HYUNG'S SECRET! O.O

❒ psh x male! reader

❒ porn w plot

❒ dry humping, raw sex, mommy kink, kinda somnophilia, recording, pet names, nipple play, possessive hwa, belly-bulge, creampie

❒ you discover your seonghwa hyung's secret and one thing leads to another.

❒ 4.1k

you have a problem. so your current room was yours. since there are nine members, the staff decided to do a lucky draw to see which member would get a room all to themselves. and guess what? you got it of course.

sometimes the members would sneak in and cuddle you at night and you never minded. in fact, you loved cuddling with your members. they all held a soft spot for you as you were the youngest and last member to join.

but recently something weird was happening. you'd wake up most mornings covered in sweat, and your thighs and shorts would be covered in- what even is it? you didn't know.

you just think it's some weird shit you do when you sleep, but how wrong you were.

the members all had split schedules for the day. you would sometimes come across a few members and talk for a bit before moving on, but throughout the entire day you barely saw your seonghwa hyung.

you brushed it off as everyone's schedules were packed and busy, so you thought nothing of it.

seonghwa was the last to arrive back to the dorms. he sighed tiredly as he entered, placing down his things before making his way into the living room, where he found you cuddled up between yeosang and yunho, watching a movie.

seonghwa's blood boiled as he saw yeosang lay against your neck, and yunho's hand gripping your thighs gently. however you didn't seem to mind, instead you smiled more at the affection. which angered him even more.

seonghwa had always held this possessive behaviour towards you. he knew you way back during middle school. you were a few grades below him and always looked up to him, his heart would swell whenever you would run up to him yelling 'hyung!' and telling him all about your day.

not that he hated his members, he just hated how touchy they were with you. you were his, damn it. he knew you longer, been with you longer. heck, he was the one who brought you into kq in the first place.

seonghwa rolled his eyes as he went into his shared bedroom with hongjoong, unpacking his things.

he shouldn't be doing this. seonghwa knew how bad it was, how much trouble he'd get in. but he couldn't help himself.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, big spooning you as he rubbed his hard erection along your plump ass. he reached under your baggy tshirt, playing with your nipple as you let out a quiet whimper in your sleep.

he took a deep whiff when he buried his face against your nape, he moaned. god, you smelled heavenly. he almost came as he heard you let out a breathy moan.

you blink a few times, adjusting to the darkness as you felt something rub at your ass. you stayed silent as you blushed furiously. you bit the edge of your pillowcase as you held back moans.

you could feel yourself get harder. seonghwa leaned forward and nibbled at your ear, "oh fuck-! my darling n/n, hyung's sorry- ugh~ shit! fuck, i love you so damn much." seonghwa sucked at your neck, marking you as his.

he stopped and slid his cock between your thighs, squeezing him perfectly. "oh- n/n you were made for me, see how perfectly we fit with each other? fuckkk~ you feel so good, taking such good care of your hyung."

he thrusted messily as his tip rubbed against your leaking cock every now and then. both of his hands moved to fiddle with your chest, he pulled and twisted your nipples, massaging the flesh of your chest. you whimpered as he bit down on your neck once again.

there's no way seonghwa hyung would do this. there's no way, right? of course you recognise his voice, you knew it was him but you just just couldn't believe he would do something like this. you weren't disgusted at all, the opposite actually.

"fuck- n/n, mommy's gonna cum! cum with me, okay?" seonghwa put his hand into your shorts, stroking your hard cock gently. you bit your lip at the feeling of his callous fingers, you were so fucked. god, why did he have to call himself that? it made you feel all weird and shit.

"ugh~ you're mommy's boy, aren't you? you're mine. mine, mine, mine! fuck- you belong to me, and i belong to you. i- i'll do anything for you, baby," seonghwa kissed your neck lovingly as you feel your orgasm nearing at his possessive tone.

"i love you so much, n/n-! so please, love me too! mommy will take care of you and love you- ah! fuck, you feel so good..." seonghwa teared up, moaning beautifully before cumming all over your thighs.

you came into your short right after, tears sliding down your face. you felt so good, so needed, so loved.

you panted as your eyelids became heavy, just then seonghwa flipped you on your back as you stared back at him with half-lidded eyes. he smirked and kissed your forehead, "go to sleep, it's all a dream..." seonghwa covered your eyes, lulling you back to sleep.

you woke up clean for the first time in forever. bits and pieces of last night coming back to you as you became flustered.

you guys had a fan meeting to attend today. you were pumped and excited to see your lovely atinys, you jumped around with wooyoung as you neared the stage.

the meeting flew by so quickly. you met a lot of nice atinys that gifted you plushies, your favourite! you and the members began answering some questions from a mystery box filled by atinys.

"okay atinys, it's time for our maknae to pick his question!" san taunted as he handed you the box, you swayed your hand around it for a while before picking out a small slip of paper.

you opened it and read exactly as it said, "is seonghwa your mommy...?" the crowd roared and cheered as you stood, flustered. seonghwa smirked and wrapped his arms around your waist, face dangerously close to yours.

"aww, you're all flustered n/n~ do you like mommy that much?" the crowd along with a few members screeched at the sudden comment. your hands rested on his forearms as you stared at anywhere else but him, "uh- yeah of course i like you hyung, what are you talking about?" you laughed it off as you detached yourself from him.

seonghwa's heart fluttered even if it wasn't the 'like' he had wanted. he smiled widely and latched himself onto you again. the atinys awed and cooed at your adorable interaction.

you felt his hand slid under your cropped top, kneading at your waist. you bit your lip and squeezed your thighs together.

"n/n, i know your birthday is coming up soon. look what i got you!" a staff ran out to pass the giant kuromi plushie to him, before he passed it to you.

completely forgetting the past event, you squealed happily and threw yourself at him. catching you easily, seonghwa kissed your cheek. "thank you hyung! really, i can't believe it! it's so huge!" the plushie was almost as big as you.

the audience cooed at the interaction, atinys have always adored you, being the youngest and cutest member, you easily attracted lots of fans.

wooyoung whined, "yah! hyung, why do you only buy nice things for m/n? what about us?" "maybe if you behaved properly i would buy you something too." seonghwa said with a raised eyebrow.

you laid on your bed as you cuddled your very very large plushie. you buried your head into the fur, taking a deep whiff of its scent.

it smelled like... seonghwa? i mean, obviously. he bought it for you. weirdly enough, his scent overtook your senses. your sight became hazy as you sniffed more and more, hips moving instinctively.

"hyung..." you mumbled as you humped the plushie. you muffled your moans by biting into the ear or the plushie. memories of the night before flooded your brain, seonghwa's moans plagued your mind as it replayed on loop. it made you realise how hot and bothered he got you last night.

as you got more into it though, "ah~ m- mommy... oh-!" your toes curled as you shivered at the memory of his touch. his delicate fingers, pretty hands touched you so gently, with so much care, so much love.

you stopped and looked through the crack of your door, thanking the lord no one heard you. you got up and wobbled over to close the door, closing it gently then picking out seonghwa's hoodie from your closet, which he gave you and put it over your tshirt.

you squeezed your thighs together as his warm scent engulfed you. you laid on your bed again as you brought the hoodie up to your nose. you shut your eyes as you suffocated yourself in his florescent smell.

you whimpered as you caged the plushie between your legs, grinding on it. "mmh~ ah-! mommy, please- ouh~!" you pleaded pathetically at seonghwa no one in particular.

then, you heard a quiet giggle. you opened your eyes, face red with sweat as your hair stuck to your forehead. there seonghwa stood at your door, leaning on it. your eyes widen as you froze in embarrassment.

seonghwa walked in, closing the door and locking it as he made his way to sit at the edge of your bed. "so... i guess you like your present a lot, hm?" seonghwa smirked as he held your chin with his finger.

you blushed and swatted his hand away, "n-no! you're crazy anyways! how could you be doing such... lewd things to me when i sleep, hyung!" seonghwa smiled gently before crawling towards you, caging you between his arms.

seonghwa dipped his head next to your ear, whispering seductively. "you're so cute, my love. fuck, i want you so bad," you squirmed as you tried pushing him by his chest, only to have them pinned above your head.

seonghwa licked along the shell of your ear, squeezing a whimper out of you. "i know you want me too, baby. just say the word and i'm yours~" he smiled as you squeeze your legs closer to each other, trying to create more friction.

he slid his knee between your legs and rubbed circled against your crotch. you moaned loudly as you arched your back. taking the chance, he slid his tongue into your open mouth, sucking your tongue as drool trickled down your chin.

he let go of your wrists as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. then, a knock sounded at your door. you pulled away with wide eyes as you and seonghwa held eye contact for a second, before the man smirked and dived down to kiss your neck.

everybody knew how sensitive your neck was, so it didn't help that he attacked at your sweet spots so eagerly. you let out a quiet moan, covering your mouth immediately.

"m/n, are you in there?" hongjoong asked as your doorknob shook,

"why's your door locked-? whatever, have you seen seonghwa hyung?"

"n-no..." you bit your lip as you stared down at seonghwa who moved his knee, you felt him smile into your neck as he teased you. you gripped his hair, hoping he's stop, but it just made him groan and whimper.

"you okay? you sound sick, do you need me to-"

"no! i mean- uh, no it's fine! i'm just feeling a bit t-tired..." you shivered as seonghwa's hand slide under his your hoodie, trailing up to your chest slowly.

"alright... then, sleep well!" as you heard the footsteps of hongjoong slowly diminish, you allowed yourself to relax into his touch.

"a-ah, not there!" you whined dumbly as seonghwa caught your lips again. kissing you with so much heat and passion, making your head spin.

his fingers flicked and toyed at your nipples, making you whimper into the kiss.

seonghwa pulled away, replacing his knee with his crotch as you rubbed against each other.

"baby- ugh, let me fuck you, please? mommy will fuck you full of his cum," he stare at you with half-lidded eyes, sliding his thumb into your mouth.

"tch, i don't know why you're always so touchy with the members. you're fucking mine, got that? i loved you way longer than they did, it's only fair that i should have you, right?"

he slid his finger further into your throat, making you gag a bit in the process. as he pulled out, a string of saliva connected at the tip of your tongue and his thumb. he smirked and licked his thumb clean seductively.

he grinded himself into you agonisingly slow. eyes begging you to just say the word,

to let him take you,

let him pleasure you,

let him love you.

which is what you did. you leaned into his ear and blushed furiously, "uhm, i want you... mommy, ah!" he suddenly bit down on your neck, nearly drawing blood.

"there, now you're all mine. now they'll know who you belong to, right baby?" he stroked the bite mark on your neck, internally hoping it'll last forever.

the male cooed as he watched tears well up in your eyes, softly stroking your cheek, kissing you sweetly. "awh, i'm sorry honey, did it hurt? mommy's sorry, let me make it up to you, hm?"

his hands slid under you as he pulled you up swiftly, switching your position with you now straddling him.

he laid down as he lazily pulled you up by your thighs. your crotch slowly inching towards his face. you leaned forward, putting your hands above his head to level yourself.

"what are you... doing?" you were almost afraid to ask as you internally sweat-dropped.

"i want you to sit on my face" he smiled, almost sweetly if it wasn't for such a lewd thing he just said.

you blushed furiously as you tried to get up, proving to be futile as seonghwa pulled you back in, capturing your lips in his.

"i promise i'll make ya' feel good? please? just once, baby... spoil your mommy please?" he jutted out his bottom lip, eyes begging you to approve.

you thought about it for a few seconds as seonghwa kneaded your ass, teasing your hole by brushing his fingers against it.

you shuddered before nodding. seonghwa helped you take off your boxers, your leaking cock bouncing as it freed. seonghwa smirked before landing a few small kisses on the tip, making you shiver.

you slowly moved yourself forward and closer to his face, "are... you sure about this?" you shot him a worried look as he just nodded frantically, begging you to suffocate him already.

"i just– ah!" he pulled you down onto his face as he kissed and sucked at your hole. his pants tightened more and more every second he smelled your strong musk, it was intoxicating.

you moaned and whimper as your toes curled at this new feeling. his tongue began prodding at your hole as he held you down by gripping on your thighs.

your vision became hazy as you gripped his hair, pulling his further into you. seonghwa moaned at that, sending vibrations into your core.

"oh... mommy! i- ah!" you could only mumble the word 'mommy' pathetically as you rode his face, not even able to form comprehensible sentences.

your thighs tightened against his head as your soft flesh sandwiched his face. seonghwa swore he would've came on the spot if you had squeezed him any harder.

you felt his hands shake as you pulled away from his face. seonghwa's face was red as he panted.

"oh my god! why didn't you tell me you couldn't breathe, i-" before you could finish your sentence, seonghwa pulled you back on his face, sliding his tongue into your hole.

"w-wait, ah~ mommy!" tears started filling your eyes as pleasure overtook your body. his tongue slide in and out of your hole, teasing you.

you looked back to the kuromi plushie and pulled it back into you. moaning as you buried yourself into seonghwa's scent, getting closer and closer.

with you gripping his head and sitting on his face, seonghwa knew he couldn't last any longer. you softly whimpered that you were close as seonghwa went ballistic.

hands groping you everywhere as he slurped and licked at you. your moans were music to seonghwa's ears as he felt himself getting close.

"mommy... 'm gunna cum—" just then, you came all over the kuromi plushie as you pulled at seonghwa's hair, triggering his own release.

slowly, you pulled yourself up as your thighs shook. seonghwa had slick covering his mouth and chin, lazy smile painted on his face as he stared at the ceiling, as if fucked out.

"mommy?" you softly poked his arm as he turned to look at you for a few seconds. fuck, how could you look so innocent even in this scenario?

he crashed his lips into yours, as you tasted yourself on his tongue. you moaned into the kiss as you sat on his lap again, grinding yourself on him.

you looked towards your clock as it read '2:00am'. you made a mental note to not be too loud as you'll disturb the deep slumber of your members.

seonghwa gripped your thigh as he flipped your position, never leaving your lips. "are you finally gonna let mommy fuck you?" he mumbled between your lips as you nodded your head, pulling him so his body was flush against yours.

your hard cock grinded against his, the only thing separating the two were his shorts as he wriggled out of them, stroking your cocks together.

seonghwa went down and licked your nipple, suckling it in his mouth. you shut your eyes, throwing your head back as you tangled your hands into his hair.

he used his free hand to play with your other nipple, twisting and pulling at it. you covered your mouth as you moaned whorishly, never in the world did you think your seonghwa hyung would ever have you in such a position.

even if you did have a big fat crush on him during middle school, you never expected him to eat you out and probably fuck you dumb later. you turned your head to look at the picture on your nightstand.

it was your graduation and seonghwa had surprised you by coming with flowers and chocolates. you remembered how shy you felt as if he were your valentines. you still remember how you squirmed when he pulled you in by your waist for a picture, kissing your cheek.

seonghwa pulled away, looking towards the direction you were looking at. he smiled at the sight of only his picture on your headstand, "'ya know, i actually liked you back then." you turn to him with wide eyes,

"what? no way, i did too!"

he smiled apologetically, "i should've made you mine back then, huh?" you blushed and pouted, "well, you can still make it up to me~" you laid down with your hands above your head, flashing him a flirty wink.

"fuck- i can't do this anymore, i have to be inside you." seonghwa spat into his hand, stroking his hard cock before lining it up to your hole. you gripped the bedsheets above you as you gulped nervously.

he entered slowly at first, holding you in his arms and checking on you as he didn't want to hurt you. you moaned out at the feeling, you felt so full already.

he kissed you sweetly as he entered more and more. seonghwa had to hold himself back from fucking your brains out right then, the way your walls clenched around him, how warm you are, everything was driving him insane.

he felt you relax as he slid his entire length in in one go. your body jolted as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he was... gigantic.

seonghwa waited until you told him to move. he slowly dragged his cock out, making you whimper. then, he snapped his hips back in. "AH! fuck..." you looked down to see a bulge at your belly as you closed your eyes and threw your head back into the pillows.

"heh, you looks so cute like this my love." he began fucking you quickly, almost dizzying. seonghwa pulled his phone out of his shorts pocket, putting his phone eye-level as he recorded you.

"c'mon baby, tell mommy how much you love his big cock, hm~?" he gripped your waist with his free hand, fucking you into him.

"puah~ mommy, i love your- ah! 's big..." you moaned whorishly before opening your eyes, you turned your head to the side, burying it in the pillows. "noooo, mommy don't film me please..."

seonghwa tsked as he gripped your jaw, turning your head towards the camera. "c'mon love, tell me. tell me how much you love it, how much you love me. unless, you like your other hyungs more than me?"

he sped up as you cried, cradling his hand at your cheek. "no- no way! i- ah~ i only wan'chu, mommy... not them, only- mmh! only you...!" you look up at him past his phone as fat tears streamed down your face.

you'd always craved seonghwa's affection since you first knew him, he was the perfect man in your eyes. you were attached to his hip like a puppy during your middle school years.

he was only ever gentle and loving to you. the mean glares he sent to other students were nothing compared to the large sparkling eyes that watched your every move.

of course, you two shared a whole lot of sexual tension. such as 'accidentally' making out with each other during a project at your house one time, but you both pushed it behind.

you always told yourself you only needed him, which he did you too. not that you didn't love the other members, just that your love towards them couldn't compare to yours for him, your hyung.

seonghwa cooed as he rubbed the tears from your cheek, "awe, my love. did'ja think i was giving you away or something? mommy's only teasing~ i would never do that to you, babyboy."

you blushed and smiled sweetly before he put down his phone, hands at your hips as he thrusted speedily. you felt yourself getting closer and closer with each look you shared.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, forcing your eyes open as you spoke, "mommy- ouh! i- i actually enjoyed it when we made out that time during middle school. i was jus- just scared you, ah! scared you wouldn't like me back..."

you shut your eyes, dizzied by the mix pleasure and pain. seonghwa's heart clenched, "my love... if i'm being honest," he leaned down near your ear, licking the shell.

"i actually thought about fucking you after that. every time i'd see you, i imagine folding you on the desk and fucking you in front of all the students. it would've been fun, huh?"

your stomach flipped as you only whimpered in response. it would've been heaven... just imagine, everyday after school he'd fuck you in your seat, in your classroom, where anybody could just walk in. you moaned as you felt a knot in your stomach.

"mmh, mommy, just a bit- faster please..." you nibbled at his neck as he pounded you, lewd sounds of skin slapping and bed creaking arousing the two.

"the bed might break if you go any faster..." you giggled into his neck as he let out a breathy laugh.

"doesn't matter. i need to show my baby how much i love him, how much i've needed him, how much i've wanted him." he rubbed your waist in small circles as you shivered.

"i'm gonna- mommy!"

"ugh! me too, love."

he thrusted messily before cumming inside you, triggering your own release. your back arched as your eyes rolled back, seeing stars. you moaned loudly as he filled you up the brim, hot cum burning your insides.

you let out a quiet moan as he pulled out, kissing you lovingly. slow and sensual, making you sleepy.

you pulled him towards you, tangling your legs together as you whispered a soft, "g'night..." before drifting off to sleep.

seonghwa smiled, kissing your head as he picked up his phone. he watched the recorded video, already getting hard again. he smiled as he went onto his messages.

he scanned the contacts of his members, who should he send this video to?

©BRRRKDSLEK 2023

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[5racha]

Jongho ✦ [Special Clip] '아이유 - 이름에게'

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[keylimeyunho]

hard to ignore: part 1

part 1: “your dream”

pairing: reader x fuckboyidol!san genre: smut, fluff word count: 4.1k warning(s): none for this chapter

“the concert starts promptly at 7:30. make sure they’re ready by 5.”

he threw the keys in your lap, placed a folded paper on the table of your new trailer, and held out his hand. you immediately shook it.

“welcome to the team.”

you beamed proudly and nodded your head aggressively. yes, of course, they would be ready by 5, maybe even 4:30 if you got a head start. but the man proceeded to just stand in your trailer and stare you down.

“with this being your first time working with the boys,” he cleared his throat “i’m going to give a little word of advice before you head to their dressing room.”

he walked over to the couch across from where you sat at your trailer’s kitchen table, and relaxed his arm over its cusion. he stared you down once again, looking into your pupils as if he was scanning for information about you that he didn’t already know, or couldn’t find in your resume.

“there’s eight of them… and some of them are…different. don’t let them get to you.”

you tilted your head and laughed, but only a little. of course, they would each be different; they’re human, after all. why would you need to be warned about something so trivial? “what do you mean by 'different'?”

he kept a thin lipped smile and just exhaled out his nose, silently, keeping the eye contact. “you’ll soon find out.” the man then stood up, straightened his jacket, and headed towards the trailer door. “just…be cautious. we want this tour to go smoothly, okay? no mishaps.”

“now what does that mean?” you wanted to say but you kept that thought to yourself and just held a thin-lipped smile in return, holding a strong thumbs up to let him know yes, of course. because **you weren’t about to risk losing the only job you ever wanted on day one.t

you raised an eyebrow and kept eye contact with him. “no mishaps. i swear it."

—

after dumping out your enormous stash of makeup out of your suitcase, you realized you may have overpacked. every size brush dispersed over at least ten shades of concealer and a mountain of eye shadow palettes looked up at you. but you also knew it was best to not make the rookie mistake of giving these boys the wrong products, let alone the wrong shades.

after almost three years of cosmotology school, thousands of dollars in scholarships, and a handful of temporary salon jobs, you had finally landed your first big gig. and you weren’t going to be just any stylist. you were going to be working for one of the biggest names in music, in k-pop.

kq entertainment was one of the last companies you expected to even glance at your application, let alone accept it, but they were pleasantly surprised with your extensive resume of internships and recommendations from clients at your old job. and besides, they had just lost a series of stylists so they were desperate for someone to work immediately and last-minute. and with you eager to leave a job that could not pay your rent or even just your coffee every week, that made you the perfect candidate.

especially since you graduated top of your class and spent the entirety of your undergrad working as a nail tech and shampooer right after tech school, you had more experience and drive than anyone in the running because most people just worked to pass so they could get a mediocre job at their local hair salon, getting paid maybe 30k a year (if they’re lucky) to dye greying old ladies’ hairlines various shades of brown.

but this..this was your dream. creating something original and getting to express your love of fashion, hair, and makeup to put on a show. and doing that for a group as big as ateez was absolutely surreal.

you didn’t know much about them, besides the fact they were outselling arenas all over the nation. you never paid much attention to guys, anyway, even the ones who sat next to you in class and tried to write notes to you in the margins of your paper. but you were usually too consumed in what was on the board than what the guy next to you was doing. like you said, this was your dream. not the lackluster boys who were definitely failing out of their classes. and besides, those boys were never that memorable in looks, anyway.

closing the door to your trailer, you hit the dirt with your platforms and headed towards the boys dressing room. you decided to put on your most original look you could think of that was not too over the top for complete strangers. you strapped on some ankle boots paired with a lavender maxi skirt that matched the purple satin bustier you donned under a cropped leather jacket. you made sure to showcase your personality patches of your favorite bands that you sewed onto your messenger bag.

unfolding the paper the director had given you, you looked carefully down at the order of of which member you would style first:

y/n,

the boys are trailer 1024. the order for the makeup cycle will be

wooyoung, jongho, mingi, seonghwa, yeosang, hongjoong, san, yunho

today we only need you to prepare their makeup for the show. it’s their first night in seoul since the pandemic so tonight, they need to make an impact. play off their show outfits and give us something fresh.

- kq creative team

the list was new for you and the first time you heard any of the members’ names. despite the fact you had already met with the kq staff running this concert, you still had yet to meet any of the actual members. you shouldn’t be that surprised, considering they’re famous celebrities who definitely don’t have time to meet and greet all their staff. but since you were about to spend the next few months alongside them at every tour stop, your first official meeting with them being the tour’s kick-off was a bit nerve-wracking but nevertheless exciting.

walking through the rows of trailers full of kq staff, you finally located trailer 1024 about a couple doors down from yours. you saw a door with the word ARTIST in huge red letters printed on a paper taped on the door.

this will make it so much easier to get them ready everyday, you thought. not that far a walk.

you straightened your jacket and smiled at your reflection in the trailer window before knocking.

no mishaps.

the trailer door opened almost immediately, as if the person inside was waiting for you to rap on their door. A red-haired guy with bright brown eyes and a sharp jawline stood at the door. he was in a white tanktop, but below his waist were dress pants and dance shoes. he looked like he was halfway dressed to perform on stage and he looked a little too pretty to be their manager.

you held your smile tightly, waiting for him to say the first words.

“ah, are you y/n?” he said, leaning his elbow above his head on the edge of the door, flashing an unsurprisingly perfect smile

you nodded and bowed quickly, handing him the paper the director had given you. “at your service!”

keeping his elbow on the door, he took the paper out of your hands and scanned over it quickly. “nice to finally meet you, y/n.” he moved out of the way and reached out his hand to you. “i’m wooyoung. come in.”

you thanked him and he closed the door behind you as you took your first steps inside. it was double the size of your trailer but since they were the artists and you just came on tour for their makeup, it made sense they would have more leg room after each show.

you were expecting to see eight boys sitting on the couch waiting patiently for their makeup stylist; however, wooyoung seemed to be the only around.

“here- catch!” he catches you off guard and as you turn around, a drink can flies towards your head.

you were so entranced by the sheer size of their place that you didn’t see wooyoung go into their fridge and take out two redbulls. you catch the redbull with one hand, surprising yourself. he smirks a little before cracking open his own can. “nice. quick reflexes. you’re gonna need those if you want to work with us.”

what does that even mean? “everyone has been saying things like that about you guys. what exactly am i preparing for?” you crack the can open, as well, and take a gulp.

wooyoung plops on the couch and downs the can in under a few seconds. he sighs and runs his fingers through his red hair. “it means you’re our third stylist this month.” he tosses the now empty can like a basketball across the room and of course it lands with a perfect swish into the trash can next to the door. “and i don’t want to move onto a fourth.”

you sip carefully on the redbull can. between the director and now wooyoung’s words, you start to wonder if working with ateez was not what you had expected it to be. maybe these boys are going to be more work than just opening up a few eye shadow palettes and blowing drying their hair.

but wooyoung smiles at you softly before you let that thought fully form. “but don’t worry about it too much. with your experience, i’m sure we’ll be light work compared to the clients you’ve had before.”

that was true. working with screaming nine-year-olds and their 35-year old mothers was definitely the lowest you could have reached. you took wooyoung’s words with a grain of salt and stuck them in your back pocket.

“thanks.” you respond “but i do have one question…” you down the rest of the can and mimic wooyoung, tossing it behind you. “where are the rest of the members?”

wooyoung laughs. “we rotate, usually. the rest of them are getting changed or getting their hair done first. meanwhile, i’m scheduled for makeup first.” he gets up and starts heading down to one of the other doors in the trailer. “we each have about 20 minutes per rotation, so once you finish with me, the next one of us will coming knocking on the door.”

you looked at the clock on the wall in the trailer kitchen. five minutes had already past, giving you only 15 minutes left with wooyoung.

as if he could read your mind, wooyoung opens one of the doors. “welcome to the official ateez dressing room. come on in”

—

contrary to what everyone was saying, these boys were actually quite pleasant. for being famous celebrities who had fans cheering for them every night, you expected artists like them would walk around like they were above your pay grade (which they were) and deserved your utmost respect. but to your surprise, they were just- normal. some of them even shy.

for being the 6’2 rapper, mingi had trouble keeping eye contact with you while you looked at his face before starting, trying to get the lay of the land (or his visage). his fire red and orange hair intimidated you but as soon as you stopped looking he burst out . “i-i just want to say, i love your hairstyle.”

you touched your hair and looked away for a second. did he just compliment me? my hair?

“wow, um..thank you.” you blushed. “i think your hair is pretty nice, too..if not even better than mine.”

and even seonghwa, the greek god of a man with some of the most perfect features you’d ever admired kept giggling at every joke you made, some that weren’t even your best. you tried not to mess up his perfectly tousled blonde hair when powdering his face and drawing on his eyeliner carefully, but he flinched at your every touch.

“i-i’m sorry. i’m just scared i’ll mess you up." seonghwa says, looking away and scratching his arm nervously. "we haven’t had eyeliner in years, i'm happy you're bringing it back”

“really?” you lifted an eyebrow. out of all the concept photos you studied before today, you remember looking that the “say my name” era with smokey eyeliner was your favorite look. “well, good thing i’m here. i think it's time for a change."

seonghwa looked down and smiled slightly. “yeah..good thing.”

now, when jongho waltzed in, he had the most adorable smile you'd ever seen on an idol. stubby teeth and gums showing ever so slightly that made your eyes soften proved he was obviously the maknae. but you would never know because his vocals did not match that face.

he had begun practicing one of their sets. it made your heart flutter. you never heard such a powerful and angelic voice. (and you get to do his makeup?)

“you have such a beautiful voice” you said to him as you brushed the contour over the crest of his forehead. he flashed his gummy smile again and looked down shyly. “but, i will be honest, though," you admitted with a twinge of shame. "i really haven't heard much of your music."

jongho raised an eyebrow but quickly retracted it, at as to not mess up the contour. he didn't respond, but simply grabbed his phone out of his pocket, opening spotify.

the beginning note of a song began to play. he finally replies, “well, you should change that then.” the beginning note of their song "answer" begins to echo through the cool air of the dressing room. the music bounces around the room while you listen to his studio version which sounds just like the vocals you heard minutes prior.

now yeosang was the member who brought out your first real laugh of the day. walking into the room, he waved to you excitedly. "hi! i'm yeosang, nice to finally see your fa-"

yeosang didn’t notice your messenger bag by the door and is caught off as he trips over it. but instead of hitting the floor, yeosang somersaults over the bag and gets up like nothing just happened. standing there, stunned and surprised himself, he says, “you didnt see that.”

he looked down at your bag, about to pretend to kick it out the door, when he notices your patches. “pierce the veil? who is that?”

you smiled and this time, you take out spotify yourself to show yeosang your playlists.

next, hongjoong walked into the room. his hair was a striking royal blue and he was all suited up with a gold trim, black jacket. a regal look you were sure would make his fans go absolutely wild for him.

"y/n? it's so nice to finally meet you." he stuck out his hand. "our new stylist"

still holding eyeshadow brushes and cotton rounds in your hands, you weren't expecting such a nice greeting. you quickly set everything down and straighten yourself up to shake his hand. "that's me."

hongjoong settles down in the chair in front of you and closes his eyes.

"what are you doing?" you laugh, as you look for primer to start him off.

hongjoong immediately opens his eyes again. "oh.." he says nervously. "are you not starting yet?"

you chuckle to yourself, what an interesting guy. "i haven't even got the primer out yet."

his palm hits his face and slides down slowly in shame. "i'm sorry, i'm a bit of a mess. it's our first show since the pandemic and... i don't know. i'm excited to meet our fans again, but nervous they won't like what we have in store for them. it's just been so long since our last show..almost two years"

you stop rummaging in your bag to stare at him in shock. "what? of course they'll love you" you couldn't believe you were becoming a celebrity therapist, too. "and besides, you have an awesome stylist that will make you look out of this world."

hongjoong scratches his head and laughs lightly. "yeah..yeah you're right. i just love our fans so much, they mean the world to us"

you look at hongjoong as he continues to nervously scratch his head. where was the notion that these guys would be too much to handle? after only six members had finished their makeup, it seemed they were some of the sweetest and most devoted people you have ever worked with, even met. the stylists that decide to leave these angelic boys dropped the ball, big time.

—

as hongjoong thanked you for your hard work and walked out, you began looking at the list to see which member was next to come in. before you got your answer, you jumped as the door opened right as hongjoong closed it.

wearing another gold trim velvet jacket, held together by a single button, the most attractive- no, stunning man you have ever came across walked right through the dressing room door.

you never usually got starstruck and even the previous members were encapsulating beautiful. but this man, with his black hair still wet and slick from his shower and his jawline locked towards you, something about him made you almost stumble off your stool.

"oh. um..h-hi. n-nice to finally meet you" you said as you regained balanced, cringing at your own words.

he chuckled and closed his eyes, shaking his head. "oh, i already know you." he stepped a couple feet closer so you were now right under his gaze, under his chin. you could smell the faint cologne coming off his skin, making you want to get even closer to him to get another whiff, but you just stood there, in awe.

it took you a second to register what he just said. "wait..what does that mean?"

his brown eyes glinted and you could feel his breath on your face. a smile peeked at the corner of his lips and he said almost at a whisper, "you're that beautiful girl who lives three doors down from our trailer, right?"

looking into the dressing room mirror behind him, you gawk at yourself. is he talking about me?

turning to back to face him, you shrug. "n-no. i'm just your stylist." you go into your pocket and dig out the folded paper the director gave you to prove the truth: you really were just some girl kq hired to put makeup on him. he was getting you confused with someone else, someone much more interesting than you, right?

he took the paper out of your hand and suddenly began ripping it, shred after shred, letting the paper fall to the ground in between you. he bends down to look into your eyes.

my god, you didn't realize how large he was. you were too distracted by his broad shoulders that looked like they were about to burst out of his jacket. you could see right down the center of his shirt and you could almost see-

"i'm san and you're y/n, my stylist, the fine girl with the patches on her bookbag who lives in trailer 1021." he tilted his head and smirked, the tip of his tongue peeking out the corner of his lips. "don't act like i don't know exactly who you are. i know a pretty girl when i see one."

you stood there, stunned. there's no way he was still talking about you. "i'm not sure what you mean..san."

san stands back up. "tsk, tsk," he sighed, shaking his head so the water droplets fell off his soaking hair onto your shirt. you watch the droplets seep into the cotto, wondering if some of his sweat was mixed in. "don't worry, pretty girl. we'll get to know each other soon enough."

he proceeds to sit in the chair in front of you, innocently looking up with his adorable brown eyes, as if he was not just full-on flirting with his stylist seconds before. "just put the makeup on me, if you will."

you roll your eyes with a smile and start setting the concealer on his face.

"sorry, i-" you start to say, but your own giggles cut you off. "i just- i never heard someone say that kind of thing about me. caught me off guard, that's all."

san's eyes droop and he pouts. "you mean no one has ever told you how beautiful your hair falls off you." he touches the hand by your side, grazing his fingertips over your own. "or how hard you are making it to sit in my chair right now"

oh my god, you think to yourself, this has to be a all in my head. a member of ateez was sitting here flirting with you and trying to hold your hand, looking so enchantingly into your eyes.

part of you wants to grab his hand and rope your fingers between his and tell him, no one's ever told me that before, but i'll let you be the first. you sigh at the thought.

"no mishaps." the director's words ring in you're ears. you're here for one thing and one only. don't fuck it up.

as if he read your mind, san starts to drag his fingers over your palm, but you yank your hand away before he gets that far.

"nope, no one." you turn back to your makeup bag. "bow, please be silent while i draw on your eyeliner." you assert your dominance back in the conversation, trying to diffuse the hot tension boiling between you and the finest, yet most annoying man you've ever met.

san pouts again and his pupils grow, almost like a kitten's. he folds his hand in his lap and heaves out a sigh that you try to ignore. "alright, i guess. but at least let me see your face, pretty girl, one more time.. if i can't compliment it"

you turn around and give him a pity smile. "fine. now, close your eyes."

surprisingly, he does what you say, a thin-lipped smile stuck on his face as if he was satisfied with being nowhere else but here with you, letting you do whatever you want to him.

"so, who's your favorite?"

san's question causes you to shake and run a streak of eyeliner down his face.

"shit! sorry- um," you race to clean him up as he remains unbothered, waiting patiently for your answer. you wipe his face and admit, "i honestly don't have one, i mean, i just met all. of you "

san chuckles lightly, "don't lie, i know you have a favorite."

your face turns a shade of red that he thankfully can't see because he still waits patiently for your eyeliner with his lids closed. "i still have one member left after you. i'll let you know who i decide later."

"okay." san lifts his hand up. "shake on it."

now he's lost it. you know for a fact he just wants you to succumb to his charms (which you almost did, but you remained strong) and say oh, san, it's you, of course! but you were his stylist. you worked for him. an obvious power imbalance and obviously something that would mess up your career, and everything you worked for.

"i'm all good. i'll let you know my answer, if i feel like it." you assert with him. this time, san opens his eyes and smirks.

"well, princess, i don't think you-"

"all done!" you snap the blush pad closed, sarcasm hanging off your lips and not realizing he was about to say something. "thanks for being such an amazing client!"

this cannot happen again, before anyone finds out you and san were just within inches of each other, breathing on each other and feeling on each other's hands and-

"wait, y/n, can i-" san starts.

"i'm all good, actually, whatever it is. you need to keep the cycle moving anyway" you usher him out. however, he snatches the folded paper off the table and rips a small piece off, quickly scribbling something onto it.

he hands you the paper back, re-folded, and whispers in your ear, hot breath rubbing against your eardrums and making you squirm.

"for when you're ready."

he bows to you and closes the dressing room door carefully, leaving you in silence, standing with a paper in your hand and the air conditioner running loudly. you unfold the paper carefully and your jaw drops at its contents:

a phone number scrawled hastily onto the paper, attached with only the words, "for when my pretty girl decides to tell me i'm her favorite :)"

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[badluvkii]

never understood jongho ignorance HES SO AMAZING im san and jongho biased so ig u can say im a choi stan but omg pls can we appreciate jongho i lovw him he deserves the world

#choi jongho #ateez #atiny #i love jongho

[allyallyorange]

Yunho The Human

AT AU is back with another little story written by @nnnnnnnothingtoseehere

How Yunho ends up in Universe A

Master Post for AT AU

“You should spend more time with Jongho,” his mom says. “Take him somewhere on your day off, like you used to.”

Yunho almost snorted at that, but manages to hold it back. It was too early in the day for another fight with his parents, especially after the previous night.

It had started the same way it always did, with his dad making some off handed comment about what Yunho should be doing with his life but clearly wasn’t.

He hadn’t even tried to hold back the biting response then, and things quickly devolved.

It had made him want to scream because they acted like he should just get over himself and move on with his life, like that was something easy or possible to do.

Yunho didn’t know how to explain to them the way his chest ached all the time, or how hard it was to get out of bed every morning. He knows they would say he should be moving on, especially after so many years.

After all, Jongho was fine. Jongho, who lost his parents. Yunho should be fine; he only lost his best friend, after all. Jongho is more than fine; he seems to be the next Albert Einstein at the age of twelve. He’s bright and smart and good at studying; in other words, everything Yunho isn’t.

It hurts more than Yunho will admit to be surpassed in every single category by a twelve year-old.

“You guys used to be so close,” his mom continues. She is washing dishes at the sink, with her back to Yunho. “He’s been through a lot, you know. It would be a shame if the two of you grew apart now.”

Yunho resists the urge to inform her that he’s been through a lot too, and maybe doesn’t want to spend time with the tiny little prodigy who is better than him in every way, including dealing with grief.

When he doesn’t respond, his mother eventually turns around to look at him.

“Did you hear me, Yunho?”

“Yeah,” Yunho mumbles, dragging his spoon through his cereal. “I heard.”

It’s already going soggy, and Yunho almost feels sorry for the limp bits of cereal floating around. He feels like that most of the time these days.

“You really should take him somewhere,” his mom says in that vaguely hopeful tone that Yunho has come to dread. “Get hot chocolate with him or something. Something fun, to get you both out of the house.”

“Fine,” Yunho is answering before he even realizes what he’s saying. “I’ll ask him.”

The smile his mom gives him just makes him feel worse. She looks so hopeful, like this will actually be the thing that gets Yunho’s life back on track.

He doesn’t bother to correct her. He’ll disappoint her soon enough.

-

Of all places, Jongho wants to go to the library.

Yunho just gapes at his cousin, finally asking what on earth he wants to do at the library.

Jongho rattles off some answer that goes straight over Yunho’s head. The kid is probably researching advanced particle physics for fun, or something similarly nerdy and genius.

“Fine,” Yunho sighs. “Let’s go.”

You could have cut the tension in the car with a knife. Yunho finally turns the radio up, desperate to listen to something other than the constant parade of guilt and self-criticism that makes up his thoughts.

Jongho didn’t say anything, just fidgeting with his gloves in the passenger seat.

He practically bolts out of the car the second Yunho puts it in park, disappearing through the library doors before he can even get fully out of his seat.

Figures. Yunho wouldn’t want to hang out with himself either.

He trails after Jongho, making a vain attempt to stomp some of the melting snow off his shoes before stepping into the library.

Yunho hasn’t been here in ages, and he takes a deep breath on instinct. The smell of books is comforting, and he takes a moment to just soak it in.

Everything is smaller than he remembers, but he’s definitely had several growth spurts since he was last here. The kid sized reading tables look ridiculously small, and Yunho can’t believe he ever fit in the seats.

He would come here with Mingi, mostly during the summer when they were bored. They would sit for hours and read every comic book the library had, until the words spun off the page or they fell asleep.

Yunho shakes his head violently, trying to dislodge the memories. This is why he doesn’t leave the house; they would roam all over town. He can’t go anywhere without being reminded of him.

It takes him way too long to find Jongho. The kid is sitting at one of the tables in the reference section, almost invisible behind a stack of at least five hefty books. Yunho quickly gives up on reading the title of the one in Jongho’s hands when he doesn’t even know what the first word means.

He flops down across the table from Jongho, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He is just opening one of his mobile games when a pointed ‘ahem’ gets his attention.

Jongho is glaring at him from across the table, face scrunched comically.

“What?” Yunho asks, earning a furious hiss from his cousin.

“We’re in the library,” Jongho whispers pointedly. “Talk quietly.”

“My bad,” Yunho mutters, glancing back down at his phone.

“This is a library,” Jongho repeats in a biting whisper. “Find a book to read.”

Yunho blinks at him for a long moment, weighing out the amount of energy it would take to actually fight him on this.

You’re supposed to be bonding with him, his mom's voice whispers in his head. Fighting would definitely not do that.

“Fine,” he grits out. “I’ll get a book.”

He stands up, pushing his chair away from the table with exaggerated care. Jongho watches him seriously, only looking back down at his book when Yunho actually begins to look at the nearby shelves.

Nothing in this section is remotely interesting, and Yunho wanders aimlessly in search of something decent. He almost doesn’t stop when he passes an end display of fairy tales, but something about the bright covers has his feet slowing almost on his own.

He knows he’s too old for fairy tales at this point. He knows better than most that happy endings are pure fiction; the real world is much worse.

The book at the top of the display looks different from the rest, and he picks it up on whim. Flipping it open, he expects bright pictures and ornate pages, all accompanying a predictably bland story about princes and princesses and happily ever afters.

It quickly becomes apparent that the book in his hands is anything but that. It doesn’t even look like it’s a fairy tale, really. It seems more like a guide to being a hero, and Yunho finds himself reading more and more while just standing there.

He knows it’s dumb, and that he should find some actually helpful book probably called something like “How To Fix Your Life For Dummies.” But deep down, he knows he just wants to think about something other than his shitty life. Some weird book that takes itself way too seriously may be a cheap bit of escapism, but Jongho clearly won’t let him burn a couple of hours on his phone.

Tucking the book under his arm, Yunho returns to where he left Jongho. The kid hasn’t moved, but has switched books. There’s no way he read it that fast, but Yunho honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

Doing his best to ignore his cousin, Yunho sits back down and opens up the book again. It’s not a difficult book to read, and he is soon comfortably lost in a vaguely nonsensical chapter about how to kiss a princess.

The book is simple, but it’s just enough to keep him from thinking about anything else. It’s honestly nice to sit here and escape for a while, and before long he’s more than halfway through. He has to skip some sections that seem to be written in entirely different languages, as well as a few that are just covered in symbols and diagrams that don’t make any sense.

Yunho is just about to turn the page when he realizes the pages of the book look like they’re sparking, somehow. He pauses, watching as what look like little white sparks jump off the page, bouncing harmlessly off his clothes and the table.

He is just beginning to open his mouth to ask Jongho if he’s losing his mind when the sparks begin to pour off the book, increasing in brightness.

Yunho had been leaning the book against the edge of the table, and he quickly pushes it fully on the table. That doesn’t stop the sparks, and as he watches they begin to flow upwards until there’s a whole bunch of them floating a few inches over the book.

This is it, Yunho thinks distantly. It’s the mental break you were waiting for. He’s finally going crazy; it took years but he’s made it.

The sparks have solidified into a mass of light, hovering over the book. The light stretches as Yunho stares, widening and flattening until it’s as large as a decently sized tv. Some part of his brain wonders if anyone else is seeing this or if it’s just him.

The light has been white up until now, but the center of the mass begins to darken. The effect reminds Yunho of pouring water on ice, how it will make some parts of the ice transparent and more glass-like.

He leans forward, trying to get a better look. The darkness has now spread to cover most of the mass, leaving only a rim of light around the edges. It reminds Yunho of every portal he’s ever seen in superhero movies and comic books.

He almost falls out of his chair when he realizes there’s a person looking back at him from the other side. Their features aren’t clear, still obscured by the surface of the portal.

Yunho watches in horrified fascination as a hand reaches through the portal, the surface dragging for a moment before breaking around their fingers. The hand grabs the edge of the portal like it’s solid and Yunho stares because normal people don’t have blue skin.

He looks up just in time to see the person’s other hand pulling the surface aside enough for their head to poke through, dragging it out of the way.

The person looks to be a guy, around Yunho’s age. He looks pretty normal, with dark hair and sharp eyes that survey the library quickly.

You would almost think he’s human if it wasn’t for the bright blue skin and pointy ears clearly on display because of his haircut.

Yunho is tempted to look around to check if anyone else is seeing this alien portal with a real life alien reaching out of it, but he doesn't. He’s sure that if he as much as blinks this will all disappear.

“Have you seen a guy with white hair?” the alien asks, looking at Yunho. “He’s just a bit taller than me, and pretty skinny?”

Yunho gapes at him for a long moment, trying to remember how to speak.

“U-um, no,” he finally stammers.

The alien’s face tugs into a frown at that, and he lets out a slight sigh.

“Fair enough,” he admits, beginning to pull away from the portal. The second he does, it begins to close, the dark part fading first.

“Hey wait,” Yunho calls out, reaching for the portal without thinking about it.

He jolts the second he touches it, feeling like he was just shocked. He is opening his mouth to say ouch or yell or ask what on earth is going on but he quickly finds he can’t. The feeling of vertigo rushes up to catch him, and Yunho feels like he’s being yanked forward through the portal.

He lands hard on his ass, voice coming back in the middle of a yell. He quickly stops yelling, way too surprised for that.

The blue guy from before is standing in front of him, looking just as surprised and confused as Yunho feels. They seem to be in some kind of room, but everything from the walls to the floor are perfectly black. It’s unsettling, making him feel like he’s standing in an open void somehow.

“Where the hell are we?” Yunho asks. “What is going on? Who are you?”

The guy just stares at him, eyes wide as they dart around Yunho’s face quickly.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

The sound of a third voice startles both of them, and Yunho scrambles to his feet as the blue guy whips around.

He almost falls again because there is what could only be described as a column of light in front of him. He squints at it, belatedly realizing that it’s not column-shaped at all. It has a head and arms, and clearly a voice.

Yunho could have sworn he didn’t have that much to drink last night. This has to be a dream, a hallucination, something. He’s been watching too many dumb superhero movies lately and his subconscious is finally deciding to take revenge.

“U-um, sort of?” the blue guy stammers. “I mean, I found him but that’s not what I was looking for.”

He sounds just as confused as Yunho knows he looks, but he’s thankful the weird light person isn’t talking to him. The blue guy is weird, but he at least has a face.

“That’s great,” the light person says easily. “I hope you succeed in your journey.”

They raise a hand, and Yunho feels that same sense of vertigo rising up to meet him. This time it feels like he’s falling backwards, the whole sensation churning his stomach violently.

At least he lands on his feet this time.

The room around him thankfully looks relatively normal after the freaky void place, worn wood under his feet and making up the walls.

He looks around slowly, trying to figure out what exactly happened.

He seems to be in a treehouse of some kind, various branches crisscrossing through the walls and floor. The whole place is fairly small, but it may just look that way because it’s absolutely full of stuff.

Yunho gapes at the eclectic assortment of weapons, tech, and unidentifiable objects scattered across the floor and various surfaces of the room. None of this makes any sense, and he only ends up with more questions when his gaze lands on the two other people in the room with him.

One of them is the alien guy from before, looking just as blue. He is staring at a normal looking guy, who is in turn staring at Yunho.

They stare at each other for a long moment before everyone starts talking at the same time.

“Is this him?” the normal guy asks, clearly talking to the blue alien dude.

“No, I have no idea who this is,” the blue guy responds.

It’s a little tricky to actually make out what he’s saying because Yunho is also talking.

“What the hell is going on?” he demands. “Who are you guys? What is this place?”

They all continue to talk over each other for several minutes before the normal looking guy holds up both hands.

“Stop,” he says loudly. “We can’t all talk at once.”

Yunho shuts his mouth reluctantly, knowing that he does make a good point.

The guy turns to face him more fully, giving Yunho a chance to get a better look at him. He certainly looks normal, with dark hair. He does have blond undersides, peaking through the upper half of his hair

He also has a plant growing out of the top of his head. It’s a perfectly normal plant, with leaves and everything. Yunho gapes at it, not quite able to believe his eyes.

“You ended up in our headquarters, so you’re going to answer our questions,” the guy continues briskly. “Sit down.”

“Um, where?” Yunho asks, glancing around the crammed treehouse.

The blue alien dude moves forward to shove a few weapons and piles of metal parts off a surface, eventually revealing a couch under all the stuff. He gestures to it, and Yunho obediently sinks down.

“Right,” the normal guy says, putting his hands on his hips. “Have you ever seen this guy?”

He bends down to pick up a rolled up piece of paper, unrolling it so Yunho can see.

The paper has a drawing of someone on it, but Yunho can’t make out anything actually identifiable. The drawing looks like it was done by a two year old, and not an artistically inclined two year old.

“...no,” Yunho says slowly. “No I haven't.”

“Are you sure?” the guy asks again. “He has white hair? Seems pretty powerful?”

“Nope,” Yunho repeats, shaking his head.

“Think he’s lying?” the guy asks, turning to look at the blue alien.

He just shrugs, looking as confused as Yunho feels.

“You know I can hear you,” Yunho points out, not particularly liking being talked about like he’s not in the room.

“Hush,” the guy tells him. “We’re the ones interrogating you.”

Yunho doesn’t point out that this is the most informal interrogation he’s ever seen. He’s sitting on their couch, for crying out loud. There’s nothing to keep him here, and Yunho really doubts either of them could actually restrain him if necessary. The blue guy is pretty muscular, but Yunho has at least four inches on him.

The other two continue to talk, at least having the decency to lower their voices so Yunho can’t hear them as easily.

“Ok fine,” the normal guy finally says. “If you’re sure.”

The blue alien nods, turning back to face Yunho.

“Hi,” he says with a smile that makes his eyes disappear. “We didn’t exactly start off on the right foot. My name is San.”

Yunho blinks at him, definitely not expecting a formal introduction.

“Hey,” he says after a moment. “I’m Yunho.”

“Nice to meet you, Yunho,” San tells him.

He pauses for a moment, clearly waiting for the other guy to say something. When he doesn’t, San elbows him in the side.

“Oh right,” he says quickly. “I’m Wooyoung.”

Yunho nods, murmuring some kind of acknowledgement.

“Where are we?” he asks, gesturing vaguely around the room.

Wooyoung and San look at each other for a long moment, clearly having some kind of nonverbal discussion.

“Probably better to just show him,” San says.

Wooyoung nods, making the plant on his head sway slightly.

“C’mon then,” he says, beckoning Yunho.

Yunho gets up off the couch, following a little ways behind as San and Wooyoung cross the cluttered floor, heading for what appears to be a trapdoor set in the floor.

Wooyoung tugs it open, revealing a ladder leading down to the ground.

Yunho doesn’t see how showing him the outside of their treehouse will answer his question at all, but he doesn’t point that out. He eyes the ladder nervously, but it seems to hold Wooyoung’s weight easily as he practically slides down the rungs.

He follows a bit slower, thankful that San waits until he’s almost at the bottom before stepping down too.

Wooyoung is waiting at the base of the ladder, and he meets Yunho’s eyes.

Instead of saying anything, he just gestures to the landscape around them.

Yunho is opening his mouth to ask a question, but finds that he can’t think of any. The tree the treehouse is in seems to be the only thing for miles, standing tall on the top of a slight hill. The land is gently rolling, fields of grass extending for what feels like forever.

A distant mountain range completes the feeling of stepping into a painting, smudges of snow decorating the peaks. Yunho gapes at the scene, awed to some extent by the natural beauty, but much more dumbfounded by the lack of anything modern.

There’s nothing; no telephone poles, no roads, no cars. There aren’t even any buildings that look remotely normal. Yunho is definitely excluding what might be a village off in the distance; he is very sure none of it will look like it’s supposed to.

This isn’t home, he thinks distantly. It can’t be; he’s very sure there isn’t anywhere on the planet this remote and untouched.

That’s not even considering Wooyoung, who has a plant growing out of his head, and San, who is blue.

“Where is this?” he asks slowly, turning to look at Wooyoung.

He grins proudly, puffing out his chest a bit.

“You’re in our world,” he says with a grin. “Pretty cool, isn’t it?”

#doodle doo #ateez #ateez at au #jeong yunho #yunho #choi san #choi jongho #jongho #san ateez #ateez san #thank you Nnn for writing this! I love it sm

[candescentkpop]

My favorite group screenshots

200th post celebration pt. 1

Ateez Part 200A / ∞

#ateez #atzsource #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #can you tell that i love wave a lot? #cause i do

[bombuni]

i think about this jongho a lot. Like it’s so coworkers to lovers. He’s so totally the-excuse my outdated and cringe language-tsundere type who acts like he does not gaf about u and gives u a hard time but actually he brings u coffee every morning, the exact way u like it, and leaves it on ur desk and when u try to bring it up he just goes ‘i think that’s ur imagination ..’ <333

#i was gonna say jim halbert adjacent but bros dwight schrute #anyways I LOVE JONGHO!!! #ateez #ateez x reader #choi jongho #jongho fluff #jongho x reader #bom text

[maxsix]

Jung Wooyoung | Not Okay

#ateez #jung wooyoung #wooyoung #ateez gif #wooyoung gif #maxsixgif #he and jongho had the best part #i love it when he gets all these lines and screen time #it's about damm time #spoken like a true stan.....